I live my life through the words I write
The weather forecast
predicted a 90% chance of rain
all day today.
Watching through the window
the pavement remains dry.
Predictions are, what they are.
No one can predict the future
and yet,
you prepare for all possible outcomes
as though you will be rewarded for such effort.
Sit with your anxiety
listen deeply to its voice.
What is it really trying to say?
There are days
like today
I need the weather
to grant me permission
to slow down.
Fluffy clumps of frozen water
fall in a parade
beyond the window pane.
Hypnotizing.
Fighting my body
to move, to work,
to achieve productivity.
Fighting against will.
Sit, rest,
watch the snow fall.
This is needed, too.
Nestled between the needles,
white amongst the green,
tucked into crevasses to hide
from the warm, yellow sun
rising.
We, the snowflakes,
will soon die here.
Our lives are short, but sweet
in April.
Bless us with your presence
once again, on this morning,
this new day.
Today I choose to focus on your beauty,
your grace.
How easy it is to get lost in you.
Each individual part coming together
to make the whole.
Uniqueness remains,
despite temporary dissolution into the masses.
The journey details matter not,
as long as you reach the destination.
My, what calm. My, what comfort.
My, how snowflakes can be just
like humans.
I visit a different theme park
every day it seems,
one day filled with roller coasters
and the next with gentle swings.
Today the air is warm and bright
filled with laughter, sun and cheer,
but a storm passed through a few days ago
of darkness, thunder and fear.
I never know what the weather will be
or what theme park I will attend,
but each day begins with opportunity and hope
that I shall seek to capture and defend.
Dawning Words 